Warning: This chapter explains Amarie’s life before and during the time she had meet Laura. Can be triggering.
I woke up with Ashley lying next to me in his bunk. What the hell?
“Ashley.”
“Hmm?” Good. He wasn’t sleeping very deep…yet.
“Ashley.”
“What?”
“Oh. Sorry. Force of habit.”
“No big deal.” God…his voice sounds so sexy right now. I shook my head. Focus.
“Why am I in your bunk?” He propped himself up on his elbow, facing me.
“When we came back in from explaining everything to Michelle, and, let me tell you, Jacob was no fucking help in the matter, we heard screaming. Laura and I ran to your bunk, with Andy, CC and Jake right behind us. I opened the curtain and found you tossing and turning, screaming the whole time. Laura seemed to know something about it, but she wouldn’t say anything. I picked you up and brought you to my bunk, and it took about twenty minutes to get you to calm down. Laura looked as though she was hurt, feeling your pain the whole time. She knew what was going on, and I tried to leave to ask her, you tightened your grip on me. Let me tell you, lying down next to you was a challenge in itself. I didn’t mean to fall asleep though…anyway, what was wrong?” I bite my lip. No way could I tell him. My one secret. No one else knew. Only Laura, because she had been there for the aftermath.
“I was just scared about Jacob, I guess.” His eye brows furrowed.
“Enough to cause you to scream bloody murder in your sleep?” I bite my lip again and nodded. He shrugged, but you could tell he didn’t believe me. He learned my new habit with the snake bites. If I bite them or play with them, that means I was nervous. I just hoped he didn’t ask to many questions. I got up, and he did the same.
“If you want, you can hang out with the guys and Laura. I’m still a little tired.” He nodded and walked out. I laid down, and that’s when I realized I heard snoring. Andy was right below me, So I leaned over and peeked down. Sure enough, he was sleeping. I went out of my bunk and looked into the others. The only empty ones were Laura’s and Ashley’s. Shit. I sneaked out to where they were sitting. Ashley had Laura stuck on the couch, and she was starting to break down.
“Tell me Laura,” he growled.
“Fine! Did she ever tell you she never knew he biological parents?” He shook his head slowly. “Her mother was a very sick women. After she had Amarie, she died. But not before naming her and signing the birth certificate. She had died two days after she had been born.” I felt tears spring into my eyes. I never got to know my mom. My mother. My mommy. And it always hurt. “Her dad committed suicide the day before he was supposed to take her home.” I could hear a sob come from Laura, and Ashley pulled her into a hug. She pulled away, and continued. “She was in foster homes until she turned fifteen. That’s when we meet. At school. I was such a terrible friend. I never realized what was going on!” She was full on crying now, and I walked from my hiding place over to Laura.
“It’s not your fault. I was just good at covering things up. Please don’t blame yourself.” I turned to Ashley. I sighed. “I guess I gotta finish what she started, huh?” I pulled Laura into my lap (I may be a girl, but I am very strong) and took up the story where she left off. “They were very abusive. Mostly because they didn’t understand me. I was the weird child, I liked weird bands and I dressed weird. They never accepted me, and it just made it worse when they found out I was bi.”
“Whoa whoa whoa. Your bi?” I nodded.
“I didn’t think I had to tell you. That’s actually how I meet Laura. We had a little fling, and someone had spotted us together, and told my ‘parents.’ The beatings got worse, where Laura started to notice. I self-harmed, but I didn’t cut until I met Mark. I did things like punching myself on the verge of breaking bones, things like that. When Laura noticed something was up, she ended us and pushed me towards a guy, not a girl. We stayed good friends, and when I got with Mark, the beatings become…better I guess is the word. But not from Mark. He started to beat me, too. That’s when I tried committing suicide, I had figured it ran in the family ,considering my dad had done the same when my mom died.” I tried to show no expression on the outside, but on the inside, I was sobbing as hard as Laura.
“And that’s why I’m such a terrible friend! I pushed you towards him! I knew the rumors, but I still pushed you towards him!” I tried to quiet her down.
“That’s why I was screaming bloody murder. I was back in those days. Those days I just wanted to end it all.” Suddenly, I was being hugged by six pairs of arms.
“Why in the hell didn’t you tell me?!” I started to cry.
“Because! My past sucks! I didn’t want to burden you guys with this!” I looked at all of them, tears streaming down my eyes. They all hugged me again.
“You better not hide anything like this from us again,” Andy growled into my ear. I guess Ashley put him up to it, considering it wasn’t a normal growl.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Andy.” I growled back. Everyone laughed, and we decided to sleep together. Let me tell you, sleeping in the middle of a circle of six people can be suffocating, but comfortable.

Notes

I know,
It's sad.
It's really just a filler.
Oh,
And Mark=Dylan btw.
My friends name is Dylan,
And when I decided on the name,
I didn't know what kind of character he would be.
So I changed it.
Let me tell you,
It was a pain in my ars to change his name in the other chapters for you guys.
Your lucky I love you guys.
<3
*kiss*